Year Ten

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I slowly made my way to the food bowl. I was ten years old and starting to tire down. I slept a lot. Now I understand Mom.

Thunder is twelve. His breed only lives twelve to fifteen years. Cats tend to live around fifteen. 

Hopefully we will make it to fifteen together.

We both sleep a lot and don't eat as much as when we were younger. 

The owners still take great care of us.

I'm happy.



The End

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